I’ve been away from quoting for far too long again, so I’m choosing this Groundhog’s Day to get back to business.
In honor of the “holiday,” the fact that our buddy Punxsutawney Phil (who is of course an official, licensed meteorologist) saw his shadow and all the “false alarm” snow and ice storms that have graced my city (and others) in the past couple weeks, I bring you some quotes about temperate-zone winter in all its frigid glory.
“I wonder if the snow loves the trees and fields, that it kisses them so gently? And then it covers them up snug, you know, with a white quilt; and perhaps it says ‘Go to sleep, darlings, till the summer comes again.'” — Lewis Carroll (from Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass)
“I love to watch the fine mist of the night come on,/The windows and the stars illumined, one by one,/The rivers of dark smoke pour upward lazily,/And the moon rise and turn them silver. I shall see/The springs, the summers, and the autumns slowly pass;/And when old Winter puts his blank face to the glass,/I shall close all my shutters, pull the curtains tight,/And build me stately palaces by candlelight.” — Charles Baudelaire (from Les Fleurs du Mal)
“March came in that winter like the meekest and mildest of lambs, bringing days that were crisp and golden and tingling, each followed by a frosty pink twilight which gradually lost itself in an elfland of moonshine.” — L.M. Montgomery (from Anne of the Island)
Julia Rogers 